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Post by MOONSTORM on May 24, 2022 16:40:28 GMT -5
<b>WHITEHAWK </i></b><br>
When Snowsong gave birth on May 31st, 2021, there were three little kits, a healthy she-cat, a healthy tom, and a sickly and quite small she-cat. Snowsong chose to name them Shinykit, Whitekit, and Smallkit. Just as she and most others expected, Smallkit, the sickly runt, didn't survive, but she still held a deep love for the little one. Snowsong was the primary parent, Frostwing only coming around to help or just visit every once in a while, so the remaining two kits developed a deep bond with their mom and with each other. She had taught them all about the Warrior code from a young age, which of course inspired them both to want to become some of the best Warriors in Springclan. They were practicing their fighting techniques and hunting strategies together before they were even allowed to explore camp further than the Nursery.
༄ Finally, the two were brought forth as Whitepaw and Shinypaw. Given to a sibling-pair of mentors, the two of them got to train together all the time, solidifying the relationship between them. This relationship would soon come in handy when their mother's dead body was discovered near the border. The patrol that found her scented a hawk, if not two, around her body and found many fallen feathers. Whitepaw and Shinypaw had been out training with their mentors when it happened, and they returned to camp to find Frostwing in the center of camp next to their mother's body. Both Apprentices were horrified. Right before they had left for their training, they were nuzzling Snowsong and telling her about everything they were learning, only to return to camp to find this. Even worse, Frostwing was never a cat to show when things got to him, but he was devastated. They weren't as close with their father, but that night the three of them sat in the middle of camp around her body, mourning together as a family.
༄ Even though their mother's passing had done a number on them, they continued on their training for her. As they reached 11 moons, they had become closer to their father and we're just about ready to become Warriors. Unknown to them, they would become Warriors sooner than they thought, but at a price.
༄ The two were sent out into the territory for a big test. They did a mixture of patrolling and hunting unknowingly right near where their mother had been found. It was in this spot that both of them changed once again. They had separated. Not very far, but they went a somewhat decent distance from each other to cover more ground. Suddenly, Whitepaw heard his sister screaming. He rushed to where he heard it and watched horrified as Shinypaw, who had always been smaller than him, get raised into the sky at the claws of a large hawk. Luckily, she managed to reach up and claw at the bird's leg, causing it to drop her. There was a somewhat loud crack as she landed, one of her front legs breaking as she landed on it. The bird was stunned for a moment by the pain in its leg, but this only made it more angry. The bird shot down towards her quickly, making Shinypaw believe that this was where she would end. But Whitepaw shot forward, jumping in between the hawk and his sister. He managed to hook his claws into the bird's wings, but this happened at the same moment that the bird dug one of its clawed feet into the left side of his face. Both sparred in pain for a short amount of time when the two mentors came shooting through the brush, both attacking the bird from both sides. Seeing it was outnumbered, it let Whitepaw go. The bird wasn't killed, but it got away with a lot of damage done to its wings and likely wouldn't last long.
༄ Whitepaw and Shinypaw were taken back to camp and immediately to the Medicine Cat. Both of them were forced to stay in the den to heal, yet throughout the time they spent there, Whitepaw never allowed Shinypaw to see his face while getting treated. She already felt bad enough that his injuries had been received while saving her; he didn’t want her to feel worse. When both of them were treated well enough that Shinypaw could sort of walk again and Whitepaw’s pain wasn’t as awful, a ceremony was called. The two of them were called forward. Surprising to them, they were both turned into Warriors. Shinypaw became a Warrior because of her bravery to face the hawk when it came after her, even though this act was what got her hurt in the first place, and she was given the name Shinygaze. Whitepaw was promoted because of his own bravery and courage to jump between an angry hawk and a clanmate, losing half of his sight due to it, and was given the name Whitehawk.
༄ Both of them had done their vigil next to the Medicine Cat den, but weren’t able to leave it the next morning. They both still had healing to do. Eventually, they were finally given permission to go about the normal duties of a Warrior. Shinygaze was a bit more adjusted to her injured leg and was able to sort of run, though couldn’t do so for very long. Whitehawk still had a lot of adjusting to do, though. Unable to see half of what he used to, it took a bit of time to get his environment-awareness back, so he would often bump into trees or other cats on accident if they were in his blind spot. One of those times, he had bumped into one of the more flirtatious she-cats of the clan, Mistjump. This was when the white tom began to get some very unwanted attention from she-cats. There were only a few she-cats that were consistent with their flirting, but each of them gave him different reasons as to why. One said that his injury made him look handsome, one said that if he was willing to jump in front of one she-cat to save her then he would be willing to do it again if it ever happened. Mistjump was the one that was the most forward, though, being the first and only she-cat to straight up offer him a “good time” and “a pretty family-starter”. This was where he drew the line, rejecting her completely and telling her to leave him alone.
༄ After this, the attention wore down and Mistjump left him be. But he developed the shyness towards she-cats that he now has during that time. Since then, he has adjusted to his life as a half-blind Warrior.
༄ Known by his friends as a shy but lovable guy, Whitehawk has proven himself many times to be a reliable friend and someone to count on. With his dedication to his duties as a Warrior, as well as his constant lookout for those he cares about, this tom is hardly ever seen casually taking it easy. Very rarely do those big paws stop moving, for he is admittedly a bit of a workaholic and often finds he doesn’t like to sit still. When he isn’t out patrolling or hunting, he is often found spending time with those closest to him, such as his sister and his previous Apprentices. He tries his best to ensure that those around him are in good health and don’t need any sort of help with anything, but, something that many around him find rather cute, Whitehawk has one particular field he stumbles and fumbles his way through: women. There are times when he struggles to accept compliments from others, but when it comes to she-cats, that is a whole different scenario than any other time. How does he know the difference between flirting and simply complimenting? How does he comfort them when they are stressed, or accept comfort from them if the circumstances are switched? If he ever did wish to maybe look for a mate, how would he go about it? If he became a mate, what sort of mate would he be? So many questions and so few answers. She-cats are such mystical creatures.
༄ While Whitehawk is a good and genuine guy, there are times when even he takes conflict with his own actions, specifically when he is trying too hard to be a good guy. He greatly cares for those closest to him and has proven that he would protect them at any cost in the past, but this sort of compassion extends beyond just those he cares for. Family members, friends, Apprentices, other Warriors, disagreeable clanmates, non-clanmates, non-clan cats. No one is excluded from this tom’s range of reach when it comes to acts of bravery or matters of the mind. While this might sound like a good quality, in the grand scheme of things this sort of thing becomes more of a flaw than he personally wishes it did. When it comes to stressful situations or danger, he often puts those around him before himself, even if they aren’t someone that deserves or should be given his attention. A cat could scream at him, insult him, even attack him, but if he found that this same cat was looking death in the eye, he would still shove them out of the way. There is just something about death, specifically of other cats, that unsettles and disturbs this tom beyond his control. Sure, a cat could do bad things or earn a horrible reputation, but everyone started somewhere. Everyone has family, everyone has someone who cares for them. And if he simply allowed someone else to die on his watch when he could have prevented it, he would never allow himself or those who cared for them to forgive him. He would carry that burden with him to his grave.
༄ You would think that this sort of attitude would stop here, but alas, such is not the case. As if that wasn’t enough already, there’s a side to himself that he tries his best not to show, but there are times when this fails, especially when it comes to those he holds dear. Whitehawk tends to be a bit...pushy...and honestly a bit bossy. This face of command often shows its face when it comes to matters he himself finds the most concerning or in need of constant attention, such as safety or injury/sickness. Having multiple pairs of eyes on any kits within the clan at all times, never leaving an Apprentice to wander by themself, making sure that someone who is injured stays in the Medicine Cat den for as long as possible until they are fully healed. While these things are actions that should already be taken anyway, this tom tends to overdo them a bit, sometimes to the point of annoyance. And while others might see it as overbearing or strict, he sees it as needed precaution. No matter how well you know the land you live in, it is never 100% certain of what could happen. To others, this side of him can be seen as domineering, but internally this attitude comes from a place of great anxiety and doubt. Overthinking is practically a mastered hobby of his by this point, for it is almost a constant movement within his mind. Will those newly-appointed Apprentices come back to camp safely? Will that first-time mother keep her kits healthy enough to become Apprentices? If that Elder goes for a walk, who would help them if they fell or started having difficulties and no one was there? It has been raining lately; any cat older or younger than a certain bracket should stay in camp just in case the tree roots and soil are too loose and might fall over. Now these aren’t necessarily scenarios that he would voice out loud in the moment, but even if he doesn’t voice them or chime in with such suggestions, he will often take it upon himself to keep an eye on it or go out himself. Whether this sort of thing is seen as him finding others untrustworthy or just his own brain fabricating the worst of all situations, that depends on who you ask.
༄ Despite his life throwing one tragedy after another his way, Whitehawk's belief in his Warrior Ancestors; StarClan never wavers. He will often in anger yell at them, but will always ask for forgiveness, once he has realized what he had done. He hopes that when he dies, he will join StarClan and be reunited with his family once more. He often prays to them before every kill, every battle and even after every death. A way to console himself in his belief, as things keep changing.
༄ Whitehawk is currently focusing on himself and helping other's. He isn't even sure if he wants a mate or father kits. His way with the woman, is a little complicated, so, it's a possibility that he will have kits or he may never have any. Life may throw him a lover and kits, or maybe more than one, maybe none at all. All he is doing though is focusing on what he can do now, adjusting to life with one eye and becoming a better member of SpringClan.
MATE LOG:
None – None – Straight – Single
RANK: Non-Cultivators
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